Nicole Brossard

“she wanted because art”

— Nicole Brossard

I cannot get close to any you.

— Nicole Brossard

Loving a woman is always political.

— Nicole Brossard

A lesbian is a radical or she is not a lesbian.

— Nicole Brossard

To write, you must first belong to yourself.

— Nicole Brossard

A lesbian who does not reinvent the world is a lesbian in the process of disappearing.

— Nicole Brossard

The lesbian is a threatening reality for reality.

— Nicole Brossard

Writing is a consciousness formally at work in the territory of the imaginary.

— Nicole Brossard

Lesbians are the poets of the humanity of women.

— Nicole Brossard

Language is magic: it makes things appear and disappear.

— Nicole Brossard

The lesbian is a mental energy which gives breath and meaning to the most positive of images a woman can have of…

— Nicole Brossard

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

— Nicole Brossard

“I was fifteen and with every ounce of my strength I was leaning into my thoughts to make them slant reality toward…

— Nicole Brossard

... if patriarchy can take what exists and make it not, surely we can take what exists and make it be.

— Nicole Brossard

Mêmewars is electricity in language, eccentricity at its best where 'there's a profusion of presents.' This book makes eye contact with she…

— Nicole Brossard

“To write, for a lesbian, is to learn to take down the patriarchal posters in her room. It means learning to live…

— Nicole Brossard

Poetry, I'm returning to it, never leaves me. It's my genre completely. In poetry I contemplate myself exuberantly. It's my unique strength.…

— Nicole Brossard

“I am trying to imagine language without light, as though I wanted to understand how things were before language, when, deep in…

— Nicole Brossard

The text moves like a small crustacean with compound eye and complex nervous system; throbbing, involuted, it becomes a parasite on a…

— Nicole Brossard

“Then I stop existing. She is talking, talking, takes off who knows where, she says it all starts over, speech, paths, butterflies…

— Nicole Brossard

“Yet the voice could take fright . This Kathy Kerouac foresaw only too well when syllables suddenly started coming out of her…

— Nicole Brossard

“Kathy Kerouac knew the power of her voice. It was, she said, her 'golden thing,' an amulet protecting her against all disorders…

— Nicole Brossard